Wednesday, August 11, 2004

I wrote below that "I feel as though I know Muhammad Naeem Noor Khan quite intimately at this point." Well, guess I was wrong about that one.

I just read this story from Saturday about the "deep mole" in Al Qaeda -- and how the U.S. blew his cover. I wrote a column for Slate recently about Khan, the computer geek picked up in Pakistan who's been ratting out his Al Qaeda comrades. Now we learn he was working undercover -- that is, until American government sources confirmed his identity to the press. Nice one, dipshits.

UPDATE: Worth reading the comments thread. The American don't appear to have blown his cover, but somebody did. The last word on the subject, at least for some time, is probably this Salon piece.
The Man in Seat Sixty-One...

It's a very cool site about traveling by train and ship.

Monday, August 09, 2004

I hate Mondays!
When little Johnny gets called to the principal's office that many times, you can't seriously say it's always somebody else's fault.

Sunday, August 08, 2004

Here is a recent column I wrote for Slate. It still amazes me how much you can learn by surfing news stories and really getting into the guts of the matter. I feel as though I know Muhammad Naeem Noor Khan quite intimately at this point. A rat he was! Of course, there's a question -- low-level grunt or Al Qaeda communications kingpin?

Note, also, that the Reyman family lives on Little Bushey Lane in Hertfordshire. What are they, fucking hobbits?

For no particular reason whatsoever, I leave you with this quote from Chapter 8 of Ulysses. Leopold Bloom is lamenting the poor marketing skills of his former employer, the stationer Mr. Hely.

His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted meat under the obituaries, cold meat department. You can't lick 'em. What? Our envelopes. Hello, Jones, where are you going? Can't stop, Robinson, I am hastening to pruchase the only reliable inkeraser Kansell, sold by Hely's Ltd., 85 Dame street. Well out of that ruck I am. Devil of a job it was collecting accounts of those those convents. Tranquilla convent. That was a nice nun there, really sweet face. Wimple suited her small head. Sister? Sister? I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes. Very hard to bargain with that sort of a woman.